ic contact (quiet place)

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[clussy]

(Oh Jake. Eddie knows where you sleep and he is going to kill you. Finding his note was a challenge. It takes Eddie a while to find the note, but truthfully, it doesn't take nearly as long as it should. He mostly makes a direct beeline for it, checking under seats as he goes, but he comes to it without much problem and under an hour.

It could just be that he was lucky, but there was a certain directness to it that was a little odd.

The note has gotten so full that Eddie folds it gingerly and puts it somewhere safe. He starts a fresh sheet of paper.)

Okay your move was a WAY bigger dick move than MY move.

Nope. I'm not really sure what a sugar daddy's role is except to be older and pay for stuff.

(Eddie actively has to stop himself from rolling around in bed though because gunslingers sound so cool. He had met a lot of people with super powers and the like, but none quite so up his alley in terms of types of people he already admired.

And Jake apprenticing as one? Yeah. That's....

Wow.)

I literally cant even put into words how cool that is. Why is everything about you so cool. Why do you even talk to me. Oh my god.

(He's good at being charming though. Even though he doesn't try too hard to be.)

How is dreaming about singing roses crazy? Jake you're an idiot sometimes. You could dream about worse things.

(Like boys laying around in the sun. He draws in two roses at the bottom of the page. He's certainly no artist like Jake or Bill, but he's old enough that the flowers are at least obviously roses. He gives them little smiley faces on them before adding music notes over them. Then he draws an arrow to one to name it 'Jake' and then the other gets an arrow and 'Eddie'.

Eddie considers this note-giving task and folds up his note carefully. This one's a lot more simply given. He winds up walking next to Jake at some point, just heading somewhere to hang out, when he reaches out and slips his hand into the pocket of Jake's hoodie. He leaves his hand in there for a while, simply grinning up at Jake. Then he slowly removes his hand after sometime, leaving the note behind. He tells Jake not to read it until later, and that's that.)

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_{[While funny to watch Eddie scan the seats with his eyes looking hopeless at first, Jake had hung back ready to step in if it looked like Eddie was having too much trouble. He needn't have bothered, though. Eddie finds it faster than expected.]}

No, it wasn't. I still had the carpet to clean.

I don't even know what we were arguing about with that.

_{[Just because it's cool doesn't mean he's too good to talk to anyone. Twelve-year-old boys say the darndest things sometimes.]}

Because you're my friend, and it's not the only thing I dream about.

<sub>[If he dreamed about singing roses as cute and innocent as Eddie's, maybe it wouldn't make the Dark Tower's sickly condition so ominous and unsettling where it sits in the middle of the field of roses, jutting out like a compass point.

Unfortunately for Eddie, he doesn't have anything interesting in his pockets to take if that's what Eddie's up to rooting around in there. The paper is so fresh and crinkle-free it seems a shame to ruin it so soon; he simply leaves his reply folded up in the same condition on Eddie's dresser, held down by an interesting rock he'd found that he'd kept, thinking it was a neat color.]</sub>

[clussy]

I'm sorry :)

My knees got scratched up because of you so I feel like we're even.

I don't either.

(Well maybe he did a little, but whatever.)

You mean you dream of OTHER things besides roses and creepy men? What else do you dream of?

Do psychics like you have normal dreams? Like do you ever just dream of a pool full of ice cream?

(They are pretty cute and innocent, huh.

Eddie wasn't really aiming to take anything out of his pockets. He was more or less just wanting the excuse to reach out. The rock is nice, and Eddie is quick to put it on his windowsill. Jake's note is returned as simply as Jake had done, but instead of a rock there is a rather pretty snail's shell. No snail though.)

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_{[You are not sorry, don't even lie.]}

I'd say you could've just felt under them instead of crawl, but I don't want to diss your war wounds.

I had a whole sketchbook I could show you if we were in New York. Some of it I don't understand. A lot of it has to do with the Dark Tower. It's this huge tower in the middle of the roses that stretches up so high you can't see the top. Roland told me it's a special place. It holds all of our worlds together and keeps them safe.

Not a lot anymore. If I do, I don't remember them. Can't say I've ever had the ice cream pool dream. My therapist probably would've analyzed what flavor it was.

I like the shell, thanks.

_{[With mind to Eddie's abused knees, he'll take it easy by leaving it on Eddie's breakfast chair in the morning. Not under the chair, just on it.]}